(I)
Want him. So bad.
Want to kiss him, full on the lips, as hard as I can. Delve deep into his mouth with my tongue, explore it to the fullest. Breathe as he breathes, take his being into myself.
Want to press against him, wrap myself around him, be locked in his arms with no chance or hope of escape. Feel our clothes getting in the way, slip my hands under his shirt and let them play over his skin. Feel the heat emanating from our bodies. Feel the pressing need to be close, to be one, to come together. Feel the powerful ache of desire for him.
Want him to feel me, hold me, crush me in his grip. Want him to claim me, make me his in every way, leave his distinctive mark on me. Want him to make me incapable of moving, incapable of being anywhere but there.
(II)
The slightest touch sending jolts through me. Waiting, ticking like a bomb, ready to explode. Just need that little bit more.
Thought excites.
Touch excites.
Need excites.
Presence excites.
Looks excite.
Everything excites.
To the point of desperation. To the point of my nearly losing my mind, losing control, and doing what I want so badly to do...
Crash into him. At every level.
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